He's not arrogant enough to ride roughshod over the big shots, so of course he won't sit in the front row.
All the officers in the second row stepped forward to make way, and Inspector Zhao, now the top detective, said, "Please sit in the middle."
Huo Qi shook his head, walked to the front, and sat down on a folding stool under the stage.
Zhao Sir was looking at Inspector Gu, who remained silent for a moment before waving his hand and saying, "Let him be."
Huo Qi is now someone no one in the Hong Kong police force dares to mess with.
If we try to manage him, the citizens will object and cause trouble; if we try to manage him, we'll have to ask him to come back, otherwise he won't come back.
Huo Qi sat down casually, looked up at the lectern, and crossed his legs.
Battalion Commander Zhao is young, and by nature, he is somewhat different from Huo Qi, who is inflexible or disdains flexibility.
Of course, people have different personalities, but that doesn't mean that those who are different are bad people. On the contrary, we are all on the same page. It's just that because people have different personalities, they handle things in different ways, and naturally, they reap different rewards.
Battalion Commander Zhao felt very sorry, and besides, he knew that Nie Tai was also a comrade.
So he said, "Inspector Huo won't be captured on camera."
Today's recording will be broadcast live, and not only Hong Kong residents will see it, but people all over mainland China, wherever there is a television, will be able to see the picture, and wherever there is a radio, they will be able to hear the sound.
Huo Qi's actions will put a lot of pressure on Colonel Lange, but neither the citizens of Hong Kong nor the news on the mainland will focus on him or report on him.
He sat there all alone, yet conspicuously, which didn't fit the tone of the official reports.
Battalion Commander Zhao felt it was a pity, because in the whole of Hong Kong, the only person he admired was Inspector Fok, but Fok's sharp and unconventional personality meant that his efforts would not be rewarded accordingly.
But Chen Rou didn't think it was a big deal. She said, "What Huo Sir needs is never the camera."
Battalion Commander Zhao has only been here for a total of nine months, and he doesn't know anything about Hong Kong, let alone Huoqi.
He still had to be wary of A Yuan, because the little guy secretly reached out and tried to touch the gun at his waist.
He shielded her and sincerely asked Chen Rou, "What does he want?"
Chen Rou said with a smile, "The dignity of Hong Kong citizens."
Then she shut up at the right moment and led the applause, because there was no host today. Colonel Rango stood up by himself, which meant that he had started to speak, and he was already standing with his hands on the armrests.
Amidst thunderous applause, he stepped onto the stage. As soon as he looked up, he saw the white-haired Huo Qi staring at him.
Colonel Rango felt a pang of guilt. He had originally intended to start speaking directly, but he couldn't; he needed to look down at his lines.
Finally, the speech began, but for some reason, the main control position held by the robotic arm remained to the side, so Colonel Rango had to turn his head. But after he had only said two sentences, the position of the camera rose again, and he had to tilt his head back with one hand.
He was a little angry because the main camera position shouldn't have been moved, and it should have been shot from below to make him look taller.
But the TV station's director, whether intentionally or not, always filmed him from above.
Furthermore, every two sentences he spoke, he would glance at Lieutenant Colonel Wali standing to one side.
He needs to know if there was an accident during the live stream, or if filming has stopped.
This lengthy apology is best left to those present to hear.
He simply didn't have the courage to face the repeated broadcasts after his speech.
That would be too humiliating for him, and he would be unable to bear it. He had already threatened the big boss behind the TV station. The job should be done by Lieutenant Colonel Wali. Did he do it well? Could it be that he can't even handle such a small thing?
Whenever he glanced at Lieutenant Colonel Wali, Battalion Commander Zhao would smile, and Mrs. Nie would also smile.
Nie Zhao was sitting right next to his wife, but he couldn't understand why they were laughing so tacitly.
Also, what is that Battalion Commander Zhao, the young man who pinched his wrist so hard, and whose face showed ambition?
Just then, A-Yuan, who had been staying in his mother's arms, couldn't resist poking at Battalion Commander Zhao's gun with his little hand.
Battalion Commander Zhao instinctively covered his hand, and when he looked down, he saw Boss Nie stretch out a long, fair, well-defined hand, pull his son over his wife, and into his arms. Then he reached out and took his wife's hand.
Chen Rou was suddenly pulled by the hand, and she felt that this occasion was strange, and that there were cameras scanning them.
But when she tried to break free, Nie Zhao deliberately pulled her hand hard, gripping it tightly.
Battalion Commander Zhao saw this and subconsciously turned his head to look at Boss Nie.
As if he already knew, Boss Nie held his wife's hand and smiled at him.
Finally, Colonel Rango finished speaking, then turned off the podium, stood in the center of the stage, removed his hat, and bowed.
As the curtain behind him closed, only a few scattered claps rang out from the back rows.
However, after realizing that no one in the front row was applauding, the applause from the back row also stopped, and the scene fell silent.
In silence, everyone watched Colonel Rango as he stepped down from the stage.
As he stepped off the stage, he reenacted the scene from over a decade ago in the capital of mainland China, where the so-called "Iron Lady" prime minister fell down the steps in full view of the public. Immediately, all the photographers on both sides started snapping pictures.
This time, it was Battalion Commander Zhao who was as still as a virgin and as swift as a rabbit who helped him up.
The young mainland battalion commander helped up the British colonel, whose temples were gray and who could barely walk, and said in English, "Be careful."
The live stream is still going on, and everyone is watching, from billiard halls to restaurants, to office cubicles, from fish ball girls on the streets of Kowloon to dockworkers carrying bags, from students playing and laughing during recess to elderly people in welfare homes.
Everyone saw it: the full apology, and the unexpected fall.
The live stream froze on Colonel Lango's panic and Battalion Commander Zhao's smile, then the subtitles appeared, and the live stream ended!
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